mardybum
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AFOAF sent me an email with a trip report. I thought it was an interesting read and decided to share it with you guys.
Here it is:
I've done Weed and MDMA once. LSD twice. This is my first time on Mushrooms.
Well, I started my first grow about a month and a bit back, and last night a couple of veils began to form, so I decided I'd pick a few and eat around 15g at a party that night. I didn't have scales, so simply put a 50cent coin on one end of a coat hanger, and added mushrooms to the other end until it balanced out. I'd never taken mushrooms before, but it didn't look like very much, so I thought it was a pretty low dose.
Here's a picture of what I ate if anyone wants to take a guess at dosage. Remember they were FRESH.
http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/4162/mushieie3.th.jpg
I wrapped them up in a brown paper bag, and put them into my car and drove off to the party. Take note, although I thought I'd have one friend at the party who would accept me doing drugs, he didn't turn up, so there was absolutely no one at this party I could confide in if things got out of control. Everyone there was very anti-drug. Along the way I picked up two friends and stopped at the bottle shop so they could buy their booze.
We got to the party, and it started off real nice. I was chatting with everyone, they started having a few drinks, so I went back to my car and ate all my mushrooms. They didn't taste bad at all. Quite nice actually. I got them down easily. When I walked back to the party, some guys jokingly said, Haha, went to your car to have a hit aye, eat some acid? They always joke about these things between themselves, so it's nothing knew, I laughed it off, but it must of subconsciously started some paranoia.
I walked back to the party, and after what felt like 30 mins (didn't have a watch), I still wasn't feeling anything. So I thought I hadn't taken enough and nothing was going to happen. I was a bit disappointed, but just kept talking as I watched everyone slowly become intoxicated. The first thing I felt was the strange body high. I don't know how to explain it, like energy rushing through my whole body and a million miles per hour. I started to lose my balance, only slightly. I could walk normally, but if I was on uneven ground, it was harder for me to keep my balance than normal. Then I got the giggles. A guy I was talking to said, look there's people in the park (a park across the road), and I burst out laughing and couldn't stop for ages. He was stunned and said it wasn't that funny. I kept laughing, walking around chatting with people, laughing, and having a great time. I thought it was going to be like this for the whole times and was stoked.
Well, after a little while of this, things started to go bad. I kept having very quick flashes of paranoia as the mushrooms became stronger. I was thinking people were noticing I was acting strangely, and not like a drunk. Once I started thinking this I tried to act like the other people who were drunk. They were screaming and yelling and dancing, so I tried to copy them but I felt so awkward. I did not feel like screaming and yelling and dancing. The next things happened while I was still at the party, I am unsure of the order, but I know they happened whilst things were getting out of control for me.
There was a dance floor, and I thought if I hid inside the middle and danced the night away no one would notice me. I tried to dance but couldn't do it. I thought everyone was looking at me thinking I was a weirdo. I kept trying to copy how everyone else was dancing but I couldn't do it. It felt like they were all thinking "This kid is on drugs".
I got really hot and took my jacket off. I didn't know where to put it so asked everyone where I was supposed to put my jacket. Someone showed me a room and said put it in there. So I took it off and put it in there. I walked out and felt naked. I needed my jacket. So I ran back in an grabbed it an put it on. When I got out everyone was looking at me like I was an alien. Or so it felt.
I didn't know how to get through the house, even though I'd been told numerous times, so I had to ask a complete random to guide me to the bathroom. I got there, got a drink and looked in the mirror. My whole body shifted around and the room shrunk into a vortex like thing.
Every time I tried to talk to someone, it felt like they dismissed me and left me out of the conversation. I thought this was because they knew I was high. Anytime someone did reply to me, their tone sounded like they knew I was completely out of it. The words people spoke, I could understand them, but they made no sense when put together. I didn't know what to do when people talked to me and became really nervous because I was afraid of looking like I was gone.
After a while of this, the mushrooms became even stronger and it all became, way , too, much. I started getting rapid eye movement, I couldn't focus on one thing, my eyes would involuntarily moce around. I had no idea what to do. I lost all sense of reality, didn't know what was going on at all. I desperately needed someone to talk to, to tell I was on mushrooms and couldn't handle it. But I knew there was no one I could talk to. It was very hard for me to work out who might accept that I was on drugs, but I couldn't really understand it, so just thought I was better off not telling anyone.
Then it hit me, I could ring one of my friends who I could talk to. I got someone's phone, and tried friend1 three times. Then I tried friend2 twice, then friend3 another two times. No one answered. I felt so unbelievably alone. I believed, everyone at the party knew I was on drugs, and hated me for it. I thought the host, one of my good friends know, and was disgusted. I could not take it anymore, I needed to run away, I just couldn't handle it. So I gave the kid's phone back and just wanted to escape this madness, I ran down the street. I got lost. I didn't know where I was. I was freezing.
I remembered my car was outside the house and realized I could just turn around to go back the way I came. It only took me a few seconds to get where I was from the house. But the walk back felt like forever. I was scared shitless I was lost, and was going to stay lost forever. I kept walking, passed what felt like a million cars and finally I saw the house. I kept walking, passing car by car, waiting to see myn. I am amazed at how long the walk back took, compared to the walk there. I passed so many cars, but there was really only about 2 or 3. How does it do these things. I eventually reached my car, unlocked it, and hopped in. I locked all the doors, put my seat back, and lay there, thinking about all the friends I'd lost. I cant emphasise how alone I felt, no one to confide in, and no idea what to do. I kept going over in my head how my friends hated me, and all knew I was high. I just wanted it to end. I didn't understand reality, or how I could possibly ever be sober, and felt like the night would go on for an eternity. I watched the clock on my phone, even though time meant nothing, I could realize how slow minutes were going. While I was in the car, feeling like I had no one left in this world, I prayed to God. I felt like since human beings had rejected me, maybe, if there was something out there, supernatural might show me they were there, and that I was not alone. I prayed and prayed an prayed, I was so desperate for anything, but got nothing...
I realized I was freezing and started shivering. I decided to turn my car on and put the heater on. I put the heater on, then put a CD on. As soon as the music started playing, my trip became awesome. I sat in my car for the next 2 hours listening to music, watching the outside world, and actually enjoying myself. At some point I needed to piss really bad. I was unsure of what to do and almost pissed in my car! I decided not to and simply opened the door, flopped it out, pissed on the gutter then closed it again. Hopefully no one saw that, LOL. Whilst in the car I got some interesting visuals. I remember looking outside and seeing people appearing out of nowhere, and they seemed to teleport to different parts of the road. The parked car in front of me became a 2D shape and shrunk to the size of a small cardboard box. Cars which drove by left trails from their lights along the whole road, and looked like they were going 200km an hour. The sky and starts were constantly spinning, slowly. It was as if I was watching the planet spin around. The moon was changing from a full moon to quarter and back again and the whole night sky was covered in geometric patterns. The trees had rivers of black flowing through them, and the tops the branches/leaves formed mushroom caps. Sometimes when a car drove past I would lye down and hide, in fear they would see me and know I was on drugs. When the drove passed the lights shone into my car and made a lightshow. The lights danced around my car in patters and colours, it was amazing.
My thought process in the car, both while the trip was bad, and good, showed me many things. First of all I realized how much of a dumb idea it was, eyeballing mushrooms, especially with no backup plan. I came to hate alcohol with a passion. The drunks inside seemed to me as the lowest forms of human beings in existence. Their actions disgusted me, it was like watching a bunch of monkeys. They became monsters that drank so they could do anything they wanted and get away with it. They seemed extremely selfish and I was repulsed. I came to many realizations about myself and my life, a lot of which I can't remember. But the ones I do remember, will hopefully help me in some problems I am facing. I am yet to put them in action, since it's only been a day.
After two hours in my car, I was sober enough to be able to understand reality, and felt I could talk normally again. So I hopped out and went back in. I still believed everyone knew I was on drugs, and that everyone would be disgusted at me when I went back in. I thought I had lost all my friends and felt alone and rejected. As soon as I walked back, everyone was happy to see me! They all started asking me where I had been. I was amazed they'd even noticed I had gone. They welcomed me back in, and it felt so amazingly good to be accepted after all those hours of feeling so alone and rejected. I had awesome conversation with my mates, and the visuals were still amazing. Everyone was dancing and I just stood there watching the colours and trails and talking. I actually went around and talked to people on purpose to see if they thought I had been on something. No one had noticed, all my worry for nothing.
One of the worst, but amazing trips I've ever had. I have to say, it was the most amazing feeling being welcomed back in. I never would of imagined simply being accepted at a party would feel so amazing. The feeling of being alone whilst things were bad was the worst feeling I've ever felt. I literally felt like I had no one in this whole entire world. I think this trip really strengthened my relationship with my friends, and showed or emphasised, mushrooms are not something to take lightly.
Here it is:
I've done Weed and MDMA once. LSD twice. This is my first time on Mushrooms.
Well, I started my first grow about a month and a bit back, and last night a couple of veils began to form, so I decided I'd pick a few and eat around 15g at a party that night. I didn't have scales, so simply put a 50cent coin on one end of a coat hanger, and added mushrooms to the other end until it balanced out. I'd never taken mushrooms before, but it didn't look like very much, so I thought it was a pretty low dose.
Here's a picture of what I ate if anyone wants to take a guess at dosage. Remember they were FRESH.
http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/4162/mushieie3.th.jpg
I wrapped them up in a brown paper bag, and put them into my car and drove off to the party. Take note, although I thought I'd have one friend at the party who would accept me doing drugs, he didn't turn up, so there was absolutely no one at this party I could confide in if things got out of control. Everyone there was very anti-drug. Along the way I picked up two friends and stopped at the bottle shop so they could buy their booze.
We got to the party, and it started off real nice. I was chatting with everyone, they started having a few drinks, so I went back to my car and ate all my mushrooms. They didn't taste bad at all. Quite nice actually. I got them down easily. When I walked back to the party, some guys jokingly said, Haha, went to your car to have a hit aye, eat some acid? They always joke about these things between themselves, so it's nothing knew, I laughed it off, but it must of subconsciously started some paranoia.
I walked back to the party, and after what felt like 30 mins (didn't have a watch), I still wasn't feeling anything. So I thought I hadn't taken enough and nothing was going to happen. I was a bit disappointed, but just kept talking as I watched everyone slowly become intoxicated. The first thing I felt was the strange body high. I don't know how to explain it, like energy rushing through my whole body and a million miles per hour. I started to lose my balance, only slightly. I could walk normally, but if I was on uneven ground, it was harder for me to keep my balance than normal. Then I got the giggles. A guy I was talking to said, look there's people in the park (a park across the road), and I burst out laughing and couldn't stop for ages. He was stunned and said it wasn't that funny. I kept laughing, walking around chatting with people, laughing, and having a great time. I thought it was going to be like this for the whole times and was stoked.
Well, after a little while of this, things started to go bad. I kept having very quick flashes of paranoia as the mushrooms became stronger. I was thinking people were noticing I was acting strangely, and not like a drunk. Once I started thinking this I tried to act like the other people who were drunk. They were screaming and yelling and dancing, so I tried to copy them but I felt so awkward. I did not feel like screaming and yelling and dancing. The next things happened while I was still at the party, I am unsure of the order, but I know they happened whilst things were getting out of control for me.
There was a dance floor, and I thought if I hid inside the middle and danced the night away no one would notice me. I tried to dance but couldn't do it. I thought everyone was looking at me thinking I was a weirdo. I kept trying to copy how everyone else was dancing but I couldn't do it. It felt like they were all thinking "This kid is on drugs".
I got really hot and took my jacket off. I didn't know where to put it so asked everyone where I was supposed to put my jacket. Someone showed me a room and said put it in there. So I took it off and put it in there. I walked out and felt naked. I needed my jacket. So I ran back in an grabbed it an put it on. When I got out everyone was looking at me like I was an alien. Or so it felt.
I didn't know how to get through the house, even though I'd been told numerous times, so I had to ask a complete random to guide me to the bathroom. I got there, got a drink and looked in the mirror. My whole body shifted around and the room shrunk into a vortex like thing.
Every time I tried to talk to someone, it felt like they dismissed me and left me out of the conversation. I thought this was because they knew I was high. Anytime someone did reply to me, their tone sounded like they knew I was completely out of it. The words people spoke, I could understand them, but they made no sense when put together. I didn't know what to do when people talked to me and became really nervous because I was afraid of looking like I was gone.
After a while of this, the mushrooms became even stronger and it all became, way , too, much. I started getting rapid eye movement, I couldn't focus on one thing, my eyes would involuntarily moce around. I had no idea what to do. I lost all sense of reality, didn't know what was going on at all. I desperately needed someone to talk to, to tell I was on mushrooms and couldn't handle it. But I knew there was no one I could talk to. It was very hard for me to work out who might accept that I was on drugs, but I couldn't really understand it, so just thought I was better off not telling anyone.
Then it hit me, I could ring one of my friends who I could talk to. I got someone's phone, and tried friend1 three times. Then I tried friend2 twice, then friend3 another two times. No one answered. I felt so unbelievably alone. I believed, everyone at the party knew I was on drugs, and hated me for it. I thought the host, one of my good friends know, and was disgusted. I could not take it anymore, I needed to run away, I just couldn't handle it. So I gave the kid's phone back and just wanted to escape this madness, I ran down the street. I got lost. I didn't know where I was. I was freezing.
I remembered my car was outside the house and realized I could just turn around to go back the way I came. It only took me a few seconds to get where I was from the house. But the walk back felt like forever. I was scared shitless I was lost, and was going to stay lost forever. I kept walking, passed what felt like a million cars and finally I saw the house. I kept walking, passing car by car, waiting to see myn. I am amazed at how long the walk back took, compared to the walk there. I passed so many cars, but there was really only about 2 or 3. How does it do these things. I eventually reached my car, unlocked it, and hopped in. I locked all the doors, put my seat back, and lay there, thinking about all the friends I'd lost. I cant emphasise how alone I felt, no one to confide in, and no idea what to do. I kept going over in my head how my friends hated me, and all knew I was high. I just wanted it to end. I didn't understand reality, or how I could possibly ever be sober, and felt like the night would go on for an eternity. I watched the clock on my phone, even though time meant nothing, I could realize how slow minutes were going. While I was in the car, feeling like I had no one left in this world, I prayed to God. I felt like since human beings had rejected me, maybe, if there was something out there, supernatural might show me they were there, and that I was not alone. I prayed and prayed an prayed, I was so desperate for anything, but got nothing...
I realized I was freezing and started shivering. I decided to turn my car on and put the heater on. I put the heater on, then put a CD on. As soon as the music started playing, my trip became awesome. I sat in my car for the next 2 hours listening to music, watching the outside world, and actually enjoying myself. At some point I needed to piss really bad. I was unsure of what to do and almost pissed in my car! I decided not to and simply opened the door, flopped it out, pissed on the gutter then closed it again. Hopefully no one saw that, LOL. Whilst in the car I got some interesting visuals. I remember looking outside and seeing people appearing out of nowhere, and they seemed to teleport to different parts of the road. The parked car in front of me became a 2D shape and shrunk to the size of a small cardboard box. Cars which drove by left trails from their lights along the whole road, and looked like they were going 200km an hour. The sky and starts were constantly spinning, slowly. It was as if I was watching the planet spin around. The moon was changing from a full moon to quarter and back again and the whole night sky was covered in geometric patterns. The trees had rivers of black flowing through them, and the tops the branches/leaves formed mushroom caps. Sometimes when a car drove past I would lye down and hide, in fear they would see me and know I was on drugs. When the drove passed the lights shone into my car and made a lightshow. The lights danced around my car in patters and colours, it was amazing.
My thought process in the car, both while the trip was bad, and good, showed me many things. First of all I realized how much of a dumb idea it was, eyeballing mushrooms, especially with no backup plan. I came to hate alcohol with a passion. The drunks inside seemed to me as the lowest forms of human beings in existence. Their actions disgusted me, it was like watching a bunch of monkeys. They became monsters that drank so they could do anything they wanted and get away with it. They seemed extremely selfish and I was repulsed. I came to many realizations about myself and my life, a lot of which I can't remember. But the ones I do remember, will hopefully help me in some problems I am facing. I am yet to put them in action, since it's only been a day.
After two hours in my car, I was sober enough to be able to understand reality, and felt I could talk normally again. So I hopped out and went back in. I still believed everyone knew I was on drugs, and that everyone would be disgusted at me when I went back in. I thought I had lost all my friends and felt alone and rejected. As soon as I walked back, everyone was happy to see me! They all started asking me where I had been. I was amazed they'd even noticed I had gone. They welcomed me back in, and it felt so amazingly good to be accepted after all those hours of feeling so alone and rejected. I had awesome conversation with my mates, and the visuals were still amazing. Everyone was dancing and I just stood there watching the colours and trails and talking. I actually went around and talked to people on purpose to see if they thought I had been on something. No one had noticed, all my worry for nothing.
One of the worst, but amazing trips I've ever had. I have to say, it was the most amazing feeling being welcomed back in. I never would of imagined simply being accepted at a party would feel so amazing. The feeling of being alone whilst things were bad was the worst feeling I've ever felt. I literally felt like I had no one in this whole entire world. I think this trip really strengthened my relationship with my friends, and showed or emphasised, mushrooms are not something to take lightly.
